Chapter 47 Unexpected
In an ordinary courtyard, there are thick and majestic bodhi trees growing. The canopy of the trees is like a canopy, bringing a shade of green.
This is the Bodhi Temple in the Shaolin Temple, which aims to study Buddhism and realize the Zen mind. It has always been known as the Bodhi Temple, which is dedicated to martial arts. Moreover, the elders in the temple all have terrifying martial arts skills and are beyond the ordinary level. They are no better than the monks in the Bodhi Temple. A little worse, he can almost be called a living Arhat.
The reason is that Shaolin belongs to the lineage of Buddhism, and most of the magical skills require a clear mind of Zen. The more profound the Buddha's teachings are, the more you can understand the truth and advance by leaps and bounds.
In a Zen room with only about a dozen futons in the Bodhi Courtyard, an old monk who looked like a dead tree with sallow eyebrows knocked on the wooden fish in front of him, and said in a hollow voice: "Brother Xuanbei, why do you insist on collecting that true concentration?" As a disciple?”
Before Xuanbei, who was handsome but full of melancholy, could speak, a kind-hearted old monk next to him said leisurely: "Senior nephew Xuanbei, I have no objection to you accepting Zhenhui as your disciple. The deacons and monks of the Monk Academy and the Monk Academy have said so. He is single-minded and consistent with the true meaning of Buddhism, which shows that he is living in Suhui. However, when he was in the Monk Academy, he was out-tempered and very scheming. When he arrived at the Monk Academy, he bullied the weak again, which was not in line with the intention of compassion. Such a mind, An Neng Do you want me to be the direct descendant of Shaolin?"
The old monk with no eyebrows and withered hair who spoke first followed up and said: "The true samadhi has great merits, but the things that can be passed on directly must be based on the character of the mind. Not to mention being smart and simple, without any scheming, at least not being domineering or bullying the weak. According to my opinion, it is not as good as Let him choose a special skill as a reward."
The monks of the Monk Court and the Monk Court, as well as the elders of the Bodhi Court and the Bodhidharma Court, will secretly observe them and make judgments based on the comments given by the deacon monks to avoid entrusting the direct inheritance to others.
Of course, this can only avoid the possibility of betraying the temple and betraying the Buddha to the greatest extent. Throughout the ages, there have always been monks who fell into corruption after traveling in the world of mortals. There are also indispensable bad disciples who are good at superficial skills but actually have extremely bad intentions, just like Bodhidharma Monastery. Among them, there are several eminent monks with paranoid personalities. However, for the disciples who have been directly passed down, Shaolin tries its best to use Buddhist teachings to influence and correct them in order to restore those who have lost their way.
Because he often frowned, wrinkles could be seen in the corners of Xuan Bei's eyebrows. He looked in front of the void and said: "Masters and uncles, Zhen Ding is not a bully in the martial monk courtyard. Zhen Jian is used to running rampant in the martial arts hall, often bullying others, really What you do is determined by injustice on the road. Although the means are wrong, your mind is not wrong."
He is a monk on the way, and his customary terminology is closer to that of a martial arts hero.
The monks present here are all eminent monks of the "无" generation, so he calls him Uncle Shishu - there are less than a palm's worth of monks still alive in the temple of the "Kong" generation.
"Using violence to control violence, is this the true meaning of our Buddha?" The kind-hearted old monk shook his head.
The monk with a haggard eyebrow said neither happy nor angry: "My nephew Xuanbei, why don't you take a moment and let Zhen Ding hone his temper in the monk's courtyard for a while, trying to smooth out his temperament as much as possible."
Xuan Bei turned to look at the old monk and clasped his hands respectfully: "Zhen Ding is young, easily susceptible to contamination, and has an out-of-touch temperament. He cannot be polished off blindly. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and I also ask Master Wu Si to be a disciple." "
The withered old monk with no eyebrows is Wu Si, the head of the Bodhi Temple, Nai Kong Wen, the abbot's first disciple, and the master of Xuan Bei Zheng'er Ba Sutra - his master Nai Kong Wen, the young disciple Wu Kong, was seriously injured by a monster before he entered the temple. And sit down.
The kind-hearted old monk lowered his face and said, "How can we study Buddhism if we can't stand the test? My nephew Xuanbei, why on earth do you insist on accepting him as your disciple?"
It’s the same old problem again.
Xuanbei looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose at his heart, but he didn't speak or answer.
Wu Si knocked on the wooden fish and said: "Junior Brother Wu Xiang, accepting disciples is your own business. We don't need to say more. Junior Brother Xuanbei must take on this responsibility in the future."
The implication is that if your disciple makes a big mistake, you, the master who forcibly accepted the disciple, will also be punished for it.
Xuanbei nodded slowly: "Disciple knows."
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Looking at the dense and pure Bodhi tree, Meng Qi was a little excited and a little uneasy, because relying on the Bodhi Court reward, he did not redeem his major in the reincarnation world. If his wish came true, his development expectations would be greatly stagnated. It is difficult to make a leap forward, and the next reincarnation mission will be very dangerous.
Normally, whether it is the Baoyu Pear Blossom Needle replenishment, the Blood Knife Knife Technique, the Ganoderma Qi Replenishing Pills or the Ananda Pojie Knife Technique first step, they should be ranked after the major exercises!
Without the rewards from the Bodhi Courtyard, Meng Qi would probably have chosen to major in Kung Fu and complete the first form of Ananda's Pojie Sword Technique. At worst, he would have asked Jiang Zhiwei and other friends to collect some ordinary poison needles and figure out how to refill them himself.
After looking at the bodhi tree and Zhen Hui who was walking attentively next to him, Meng Qi had a hint of doubt: "If you are here to receive a reward, why should you let your junior brother come with you?"
This doubt was the source of his anxiety.
"Junior brother, what have you been doing lately?" Meng Qi couldn't help but ask.
Zhenhui pointed her fingers honestly: "Morning classes, water fetching, breakfast, literacy, lunch, martial arts training, dinner, meditation, listening to stories, sleeping, senior brother, I did these things, um, and also scolded the Discipline Academy. "
"That's not what I'm asking." Meng Qi looked at the sky speechlessly, "Do you know why you came to Bodhi Courtyard?"
Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi with bright eyes: "Brother, do you know?"
He looked like he wanted to know the answer too.
"Well, I don't know either." Meng Qi said, hiding his face.
Pushing open the door of the courtyard, the two of them, led by the novice monk, entered a Zen room. There were two monks inside, both eminent monks in yellow robes and red cassocks. One of them looked young, elegant and handsome, but he was full of elegance. With a melancholic temperament, he was exactly the Xuan Bei that Meng Qi had seen. He was like a dead tree, with a face full of wrinkles and no eyebrows or beard.
"Master, Master, here we bring Zhending and Zhenhui." The novice monk bowed and left.
"Lao Monk is Wu Si, the leader of the Bodhi Temple." Hearing what the haggard-looking old monk said, Meng Qi quickly saluted solemnly with his true wisdom.
Wusi said calmly: "Zhenhui, Xuanbei wants to accept you as his disciple, are you willing?"
ah? Meng Qi was shocked, but soon felt relieved. It turned out that he came to Zhenhui because he was favored by Xuanbei, and it had nothing to do with his reward.
Alas, this guy seems stupid, but he is always favored by eminent monks... Meng Qi was a little envious and jealous, but his emotions quickly calmed down. First, he had a very good relationship with Zhenhui and was really happy for him. Second, Since he is a person who hides a great secret, he is not suitable to be a disciple at all. It is better to acquire a unique skill and blend in with the monks to "obliterate everyone". When he finds the opportunity, he will leave Shaolin.
Zhen Hui's dull face showed an expression of confusion at first, then joy and hesitation appeared, and she knelt down in the tunnel and said: "Disciple is willing, but there is one request."
"Others are grateful for their apprenticeship. How can I ask for anything?" Wusi was not annoyed by Zhenhui, a simple-minded child. Instead, he laughed and cursed.
Xuanbei was not angry and nodded gently: "You are also honest and forthright. I don't know what you are asking for?"
"I beg Master to also accept Senior Brother Zhending as his disciple." Zhenhui did not raise his head, and his voice seemed a little dull.
ah? Meng Qi was shocked again, and then was moved. Although he was very good to Zhenhui, quite concerned about it, and often "taught" him, it was mainly because he wanted to relieve the sadness of being alone in a foreign land and the pressure caused by the reincarnation world. , to say that he was completely sincere, even he didn’t believe it, but he didn’t expect that Zhenhui valued him so much and repaid him so sincerely!
The corners of Xuanbei's mouth raised up, like a smile, and his melancholic temperament dissipated a bit: "You are a brotherly brother."
Hearing his words, Meng Qi came back to his senses and looked at Zhenhui with a look of resentment, "Junior brother, I know you have good intentions, but, senior brother, I don't want to become a disciple at all!" Don't do the wrong thing with good intentions!
After looking at Zhenhui, he looked at Xuanbei with earnest eyes, don't agree, don't agree!
"Zhen Ding, I can feel your desire. Since Zhen Hui asks for permission so much, I will reluctantly agree." Xuan Bei followed the flow and agreed. Although the smile on his face was light, there was no gloom at all.
Wu Si didn't say anything, just looked at Xuan Bei's smile and sighed softly. Since entering Shaolin, Xuan Bei's nephew rarely smiles.
No need to force yourself! Meng Qi wanted to poke his own eyes out, but in this case, he couldn't refuse. After all, if something went wrong, it would be a monster!
Among a hundred monks, at most one can resist the "temptation" of an elder to accept a disciple, and that's because there is a better choice.
No matter what, I will find an opportunity to leave the mountain anyway. With the guidance of my master, maybe I can shorten the time! Meng Qi thought as he broke the jar, then knelt down and said, "Disciple pays homage to Master."
After some preparations, Meng Qi and Zhenhui formally worshiped as masters in the Bodhi Courtyard. The spectators included many elders and monks from the Bodhi Courtyard and Bodhidharma Courtyard, as well as deacons and monks from the Discipline Courtyard and Zawu Courtyard to "register" to make it clear that Meng Qi and Zhenhui were the disciples of the Bodhi Courtyard. The changes in the identities of Qi and Zhenhui.
When Xuankong walked into the Bodhi Courtyard on behalf of the Discipline Academy and saw Meng Qi and Zhenhui kneeling in front of Xuanbei, his whole face changed color. It was so black that it seemed like water could drip out. His voice was a little trembling and he asked other monks : "Are they going to become apprentices?"
After receiving the affirmative reply, he looked dazed, and his heart was filled with annoyance. He had known that Junior Brother Xuanbei had already taken a liking to Zhending and Zhenhui, so why did he have to resort to tricks to make Zhending miss the date of choosing his disciples! In this way, he will be resented for nothing!
When Meng Qi saw Xuan Kong like this, his mood suddenly improved, and he was no longer so repelled by becoming a disciple.
Humph, we are such stingy people!
After a rather solemn ceremony, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui officially became the direct disciples of Shaolin, and they were also in the lineage of the abbot.
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"Now that you have become my disciple, you can choose a unique skill as your main practice. If your Zen mind is clear in the future and you understand the true meaning of Buddhism, you may not be able to practice the 'Moko Demon Subduing Fist' and the 'Dream Sutra'. At the same time, , and also had the opportunity to practice the 'Yi Jin Jing' and observe the true meaning of the third form of 'Tathagata Divine Palm'." After becoming a disciple, as usual, Xuan Bei first gave Meng Qi and Zhenhui a "prospect" for the bright future.
Of course, among the direct disciples, only one in a hundred has the chance to get the Guan Shen Palm and practice the "Yi Jin Jing".
Meng Qi was slightly excited when he heard this, but after all, he was also a person who had been through life and death several times, so he understood that what followed was just "painting cakes", and what really mattered was the major skills selected from the seventy-two unique skills.
Well, for a person like me who has extraordinary abilities, Master will know at a glance that I am suitable for free and elegant martial arts such as Wuxiang Jie Zhi and Nianhua Zhi. Alas, but I must disappoint him. I am so single-minded. On the golden bell or the indestructible magical power of the Vajra... Meng Qi took pleasure in the pain and thought to himself to comfort himself.
"Zhending, you choose the golden bell." Xuanbei said softly.